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    Elena saw the situation inly, though Jeffry appeared oblivious. Elena’s questions left Jeffry utterly speechless. Unable to respond, he quickly changed the subject. “Who told you I’m married?”


    Elena’s expression darkened. “It’s the talk of the town.”


    Jeffry’s face grew stern. Since his marriage to Evelyn, he had anticipated such confrontations. He rose from his seat. “It’s best you stay out of this. My marriage won’t affect our lives.”


    Elena hadn’t anticipated that Jeffry would be so dense. “Jeffry, I’m going to tell Lydia about this.”


    Jeffry was quiet initially, but then gave a resigned nod. “Alright.”


    Elena turned to leave the office. However, at the doorway, she hesitated, ncing back. “Jeffry, I hope you don’te to regret this decision.”


    The sound of the door shutting reverberated through the room.


    Jeffry loosened his tie, a sense of irritation creeping over him for no clear reason. So, what if Lydia found out? Her love for him was so deep that she couldn’t bring herself to part from him.


    Often, men presumed that women were too attached to walk away, yet once betrayed, a woman would leave with finality.


    Elena was never the type to hesitate. Since Jeffry had married Evelyn, Lydia deserved to know the truth.


    Elena headed directly to Jeffry’s apartment.


    Upon arriving, she noted a newly installed high-security lock on his door. Such locks,monly found on bank vaults, were designed to be impossible to open from the inside. Had Jeffry restricted Lydia’s freedom?


    Elena extracted a silver needle, manipted the lock’s mechanism, and forcefully pushed. A click sounded—the door was unlocked.


    As she opened the door, Lydia’s voice,ced with anger, carried through. “Jeffry, why am I locked in…”


    Expecting to face Jeffry, Lydia stormed toward the entrance but stopped short upon seeing Elena.


    Lydia’s confusion was noticeable. “Elena? What brings you here?”


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    Quickly fixing the lock, Elena entered and took a seat. Without wasting a moment, she asked Lydia, “Did you know Jeffry recently married another woman?”


    Lydia’s reaction was one of shock, as if a bomb had dropped. Her expression darkened abruptly. “Wait, what? Jeffry married whom?”


    “Jeffry married Evelyn,” Elena said with a firm voice.


    This time, Lydia caught the words, but they seemed foreign, as though her mind refused to grasp them. How could Jeffry suddenly marry Evelyn? Where did that leave her? What did everything they had shared amount to now?


    Lydia’splexion faded to a sickly pallor. Without realizing it, her fingernails dug into her palms until tiny drops of blood surfaced.


    Elena quickly reached over, halting her.


    Lydia blinked at her, dazed, words lodged somewhere deep inside. In a gentle voice, Elena murmured, “Whatever you decide, I’ll support you. If you need to leave now, I’ll take you away.”


    Lydia parted her lips, but her voice failed her. It felt like her throat was sealed shut. When she finally gathered herself, she shook her head, voice steadier than before. “I need to hear him say it. I have to know if it’s real.”


    Even if this was the end, Lydia needed rity. Elena nodded, honoring her choice.


    Once Elena left, Lydia remained rooted to the couch all afternoon. As night crept in, shadows swallowed the room, making her feel like the walls were closing in.


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